I dug my own grave
Bloodstains on my shirt, wounds on my face—
Yet, I clawed my way out alive.
I want to run, to disappear,
But I can’t help it—I need saving.

I plead for revenge,
Justice is what I seek,
Sanity rejects me,
No wonder this pain burns deeper than a third-degree wound.

They call this heaven compared to where I came from—
No, you’re wrong. I’ll prove you wrong.
This is hell compared to what you did to me.

No matter how much perfume you drown yourself in,
Your rotten soul reeks—exposing your lies.
Hypocrite. Insolent *****.
When will you ever learn?
You carry your own cross,
Yet you crucify everyone else.

What you show is just a mask,
A bitter facade wrapped in silk.
Your kiss—nothing but a sweetened lie.
I remember your voice,
That same chilling thrill to ****—
But no, you weren’t worth the bullet.

I traded good bread for unforgettable scars,
Spilled too many tears for a drunken past.

From the Chao Phraya to the London Bridge,
I vanished without a goodbye.
Yet, you chased me—like I was the predator.

I found solace in an abandoned place,
More shelter than a mansion ever was.
Locking eyes with my enemy,
I’d **** for that moment—
When the time is right.

Turned the yard into my office,
Planted trees to cloak my schemes.
Now we stand face to face—
I am that same woman,
Born twice.

Black and red can end well—
Like smoke in the rain.
Bodies six feet under make the finest fertilizer.

I was never the one to start trouble,
But a feisty ***** sure loves to talk.
Face to face,
I don’t flinch—
You do.

I lived with what I had,
You built your empire off the backs of others.

I wasted years for fleeting moments,
Only to break free from the chains of your embrace.
A silent witness—trapped in your office,
Waiting for the next thrill.

Snuck in when the world was asleep,
Found comfort in a bottle of pills—
The only thing worth dying for.

But that green gown you wear suits you well,
Wrapped in the very venom you spew.

Poison now flows through your veins,
Vomiting blood—feels like déjà vu, doesn’t it?
Look at me.
Look at what you did.

Shattered glass in expired red wine,
Burned identities, buried pasts.
****** is an underrated art—
And my patience has run thin.

There are stories too painful to turn into poems.  
Sometimes, they remain just stories,  
until they become mere memories  
and are gradually forgotten.

Take me back, to where it all began
It was never according to my plan
We met back in twenty-twenty
You had me at hello and lost me at being lowkey
I thought you need me

I never realized, seeing you in those eyes
Staring back at me, Was I the only one you see?
I felt like I was love bombing or back burning
Or was it a slow burn trope you want?
You only needed me to fill you up
I now realized I ain't that ******* you want

We were born in the same neighborhood
You live from right across the block
Born in the same generation
Led to a life so different from each other
Grown from a different environment
You from the neighborhood full of chaos
Mine from a sweet and giving one

I thought you needed me,
Perhaps, maybe, baby you wanted me

But that was then,
when i was naive
I lost my faith and it was what I believe
And i thought it was fine
I thought that you were mine

Take me back, to where it all began
I kept recalling everything that I can
But I don't understand
Why you held and let go of my hand

Does it ring a bell?
When you said, I wish you well
I mean well, you seem so happy
Not when you're no longer with me

Fate is where it all began
But it seems distant
It's not you, it's not me
Now who is at fault here?

I want to run away, run away, run away from here
I want to run away, run away, run away from here
Make me disappear, take me away from here
Far away from here

This must be a mistake, seeing you once again like nothing happened
It must be a dream,
A dream I can no longer wake up from,
For you are only here with me now.

Moments lost, suspended in time,
Your presence feels both near and far,
In this dreamscape, where shadows whisper,
I reach out, but you slip through like sand.

Reality’s cruel trick, playing on my mind,
An echo of what was, of what we left behind, Trapped in this endless loop of longing’s brand
Where you and I, forever, stand hand in hand.

You vanished without a trace, but here you are, back like a phantom reborn.
Like a ghost, you returned and now I am torn.

Take me back, to where the stars align
Before the echoes of our past began to chime
Your laughter was my favorite symphony
Now it's just a silent, empty melody.

I wish you well, it's what you said,
But inside my heart, it’s a storm instead.
Our fate began in a distant dream,
Now it's shattered glass, or so it seems.

We blame the stars, we blame the sky,
We can’t see eye to eye.
I wanna run away, run away, run away
But memories chase me, they make me stay.

You are that man I used to love from across the block

This year I met the most broken version of my self

The most pitiful version of my soul

And at the same time the bravest, strongest version of my well being